Everyone Is More Important Than Me -- And It's All Right
You know, I've been looking for an outlet to deal with all these emotions when I remembered my blog. Actually, I never forgot about it, I just tried coping on my own. Then I had the epiphany that led me to write again: If I died, no one would care. This isn't some "woe is me" kind of blog, it's a matter-of-fact realization that I am about to back up with facts. Maybe stating no one would care seems a little extreme, but it is what it is. Yes, my father would be sad and of COURSE my brother would be devastated. So maybe I retract and state that none of my friends would care. I'm the person that does everything for everyone, so admittedly my absence might be felt. It's just that they wouldn't MISS me. It would be something like "this is normally something JustTrina handles. Oh well, I'll just do it myself." The world would continue to spin, the sun continue to rise. The problem is that I handle everything for everyone and no one does...